the auction

chapter 4

Vlad's hand reached into his pocket to pull out the remote he had used to control Danny in the first place. Danny eyed the remote warily, nervousness sweeping in him like waves as he saw the man fiddle with the red button.

"I will train you to obey me, without the need of the influence in this remote." He pressed down on the red button. There was another 'beep' noise. "Each time you disobey me, you will be punished and lose your privilege I was kind enough to give you." The teen's glare hardened at the man's words, but Vlad ignored it and continued. "If you cannot learn to obey my every command without struggle, then I will be forced to press this." His thumb hovered lightly over the blue button. "The red button will merely be a warning."

"What does that do?" Danny asked nervously, a sinking feeling pooling in his stomach.

"This will give me complete control over you. Your mind, body, and soul will belong to me. You will no longer be able to speak or think freely. Your very existence and soul purpose in life will be to obey me."

Fear gripped at Danny's heart, the sensation of prickling needles going down his arms. The older hybrid smirked at Danny's reaction. He couldn't...he would never give in to Vlad like that. The idea was frightening; unbearable. He thought the control he had over him simply by pressing the red button was bad, but the blue... "What does the yellow button do?"

There was a pause. The sly and evil-like grin Vlad gave him was not reassuring. "Don't worry about that, little badger." He purred. "Now let's try this again. Kneel."

The urge to obey wasn't there, but now it was worse. Danny felt fear to obey Vlad's words or else he knew he'd suffer consequences: the main one being the loss of his free will. He needed to get this collar off, and soon! But for now...he had to do whatever Vlad would say. With great reluctance and shame, Danny dropped onto his knees before the older hybrid.

"Good boy," Vlad praised, making Danny feel sick. The teen felt a large hand go through his hair and pet him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he suppressed the urge to stand up and punch the billionaire jerk in the face. He would have done just that, if the older hybrid's thumb wasn't hovering over the red button. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked mockingly.

"Fuck you, Vlad."

A ringing slap echoed in the room. Danny was now staring at the white walls with a look of utter shock on his face along with a stinging sensation on his right cheek. He barely registered the man speaking to him. "I will not tolerate your harsh language, Daniel." Vlad said warningly.

Anger renewed, Danny glared up at the man, knowing it wasn't giving the effect he wanted since he was on his knees with a bright red mark on his cheek. "I don't care, fruitloop! I won't be saying stupid things like 'butter biscuits' or 'sugar cookies' instead."

Sighing, Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose. "Such an atrocious nickname as well. I much prefer Master." He smirked.

Danny made a face, clearly expressing what he felt about the name. "Not on your life."

"So be it, pet. You will call me Master and enjoy it someday."

"I won't be your slave forever." Danny hissed, his eyes alighting with determination. "I will break free and I will get you back for this! Mark my words, I'm going to make you suffer."

"I'm sure you will." Vlad responded mockingly. "For now, however, stand up."

Relieved to finally get off his knees, Danny hastily obeyed. He stood up before Vlad, eying the man before him, waiting for his next annoying command. Just what was Vlad playing at? What was the purpose of this? If he wanted to kill him or torture him for revenge, why hasn't he done it yet? Every second spent with the man was like a punch to his gut. He felt sick as anxiety gripped at him.